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The Grand Marshal's Mansion of the State.
Wen Lianmu no longer toyed with the chess pieces. He sat crossed-legged at the chess table, his eyes gazing out the window.
He didn't want to admit that the outcome of his game had been determined, but he had to face it.
Turning his gaze back, Wang Yiwu, who was seated opposite him, was still meditating with his eyes closed. Beneath the calm surface, the surging Soldier Slayer Qi and the vigor of life left Wen more than once in awe.
Just considering his martial arts talent, Wang Yiwu was indeed the most formidable person he had ever encountered. Moreover, the man possessed an almost perverse self-discipline and determination, never satisfied with his strength.
Sometimes Wen Lianmu couldn't help but admire him. He knew all too well how much Wang Yiwu valued the task entrusted to him by Zhongxuan Zun. It had cost countless favors just to have him "extracted" from the military.
